Super Zoo

Chapter 363 Rather You Marry a Boar!

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"What are you thinking about? What's that look for?" Ding Jing, who also seemed experienced, gleaned some implicit meaning from Suming's expression and glared at him.

"So tell me, what exactly is your plan?!" Suming asked.

"She smashed the signboard yesterday. She's the only heir to the Hong Family Cuisine. She smashed not only her own reputation but also that of the Hong Family Cuisine. If you can help her put the signboard back up, she'll definitely agree to help you," Ding Jing said.

"I think that's a very accurate, but useless statement," Suming said seriously.

If he could accomplish that, it would be like saving the Hong Family Cuisine, which would nearly offset the damage he had done to the restaurant before. Plus, with his life-saving favor, it should be possible to make Hong Feifei have a change of heart.

But the problem was, he just couldn't do that!@@@@

The best cook Suming knew was Zhao Yun's wife, but after tasting those chefs' cooking yesterday, he realized that Zhaoqian was at best an amateur when it came to cooking. Compared to that group of chefs... no, there was actually no need for comparison—the mere way they held a kitchen knife put them streets ahead of her.

How could Suming possibly help Hong Feifei resurrect her reputation?

"Don't be so impatient! Let me finish. I do have a way!" Ding Jing's eyebrows arched slightly as she spoke, "It was Hong Feifei who destroyed her own reputation with the Hong Family Cuisine. If you ask someone else for help, no matter how good the food they make, it won't save face. Only if she does it herself will it work."

"Alright, keep talking," Suming said.

"Additionally, it can't just be any ordinary dish. Feifei... um, Hong Feifei smashed the signboard, and if she wants to rely on just an ordinary dish, the other chefs might not be convinced," Ding Jing said, pulling out a piece of printed paper from her pocket and handing it to Suming.

"What?" Suming took it and saw a list of ingredients like green onions, ginger, garlic, slices of meat...

"A recipe, to be exact. The recipe for a lost dish..."

Ding Jing's gaze was profound as she looked past the hospital corridor toward the distance. She spoke as if she were a martial arts master standing at the pinnacle, proud and cold.

"Wait a second, Mr. Ding. It's just a recipe. There's no need to talk with the tone of someone revealing the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Besides, even if it were a secret martial arts manual, they at least make handwritten copies. What's this A4 paper printout supposed to be? It's so unbecoming," Suming said with some disdain. What era is it now? It was just a recipe—information is so accessible nowadays, you can find any dish online. Was there a need to be so secretive?

"You don't understand, this is a secret recipe of the Hong Family Cuisine..."

"Huh? How did you get it then?" Suming asked curiously.

Ding Jing, realizing she had misspoken, coughed and seemed unwilling to delve further into the topic. Instead, she said, "Actually, you're right. There's nothing special about the recipe. Not only do I know this recipe, but Hong Feifei and Hong Bo know it too. But this dish... what makes it difficult are the ingredients. Several of the main ingredients here are rare and hard to find. Even with money, they might not be available. With these special ingredients and Hong Feifei's skill, we can definitely regain the renowned reputation of the Hong Family Cuisine."

On the other end, Hong Feifei's father, Hong Bo, sounded frantic, "How are you? I heard from Li that you were bitten by an Overlord Turtle!"

"That Li, I told him not to tell you. Can't he keep anything to himself!" Hong Feifei said with mock anger. Li was her assistant and currently an employee at Hong Family Cuisine. After the turtle incident, Hong Feifei, not wanting to worry her father, had specifically instructed Li not to talk about it.

"Nonsense, I'm your dad! If something this serious happened and he didn't tell me, I'd skin him alive when I get back!" On the other end of the phone, Hong Bo was nearly smoking with anxiety, "Girl, how can you be so careless? How's your leg? I'm coming to see you right away."

"No, don't, Dad! There's a whole bunch of things to take care of at the restaurant. Who will handle them if you come now?" Hong Feifei hurriedly replied, "It's not that serious. It's just a bite in a fleshy part of my leg; it needed a few stitches. I'll be able to get out of bed tomorrow. Once the conference is over, I'll come back."

"Don't rush it. Take your time to recover. I'll settle things here as quickly as I can, and then come to take you home. Don't worry about the restaurant—Dad's got it under control. We'll still have a bit of money left—enough for the two of us to live on..."

Hearing her father's concerned words, Hong Feifei felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest, her eyes began to redden, and her voice choked up, "Dad... I've disgraced the Hong Family... Scold me, please..."

There was silence on the other end for a while.

You could feel it—the closure of Hong Cai Restaurant, and now the tarnishing of a culinary heritage passed down for hundreds of years, was also a significant blow to Hong Bo. It would be a lie to say he wasn't upset.

After a dozen seconds, Hong Bo finally spoke very calmly, with a gentle tone, "Silly girl, what are you thinking? Let me tell you, money, reputation, they are all inconsequential. You are the biggest treasure of the Hong Family. As long as you're well, I don't care about anything else!"

Hong Feifei couldn't hold back any longer, and burst into tears.

After the father and daughter spoke a few more words, and right before they were to end the call, Hong Feifei hesitated before softly saying, "Dad... during this trip, I saw... I saw my senior sister..."

"You still call her your 'senior sister'?!" Hong Bo managed to refrain from using harsh words even when the Hong Family's reputation was at stake, but the moment he heard this, he exploded,

"Let me tell you, the Hong Family Cuisine doesn't acknowledge such a disciple! And girl, this is my final warning—you two are done with your nonsense. If you stir up trouble again, I will bang my head against the wall to show you!"

"Dad! What are you talking about!" Hong Feifei became anxious and a little shy as she replied.

"You know exactly what I am talking about! Damn it..." In his frustration, Hong Bo cursed in front of his daughter, continued angrily, "Stealing our family's culinary secrets is one thing, but taking my only heir down a wrong path, do you want to end the Hong Family lineage?!"

"Dad, that's getting totally out of hand!" inheriting her father's temper, Hong Feifei also grew angry as she retorted, "Dad, I've told you it's over, and it is. If you don't trust me, there's nothing I can do about it!"

"How can I trust you? Huh? How! You're already grown up and yet refuse to find a boyfriend; do you think your dad is an idiot?!" Hong Bo's voice was about to burst through the phone, "I'll tell you straight today—you'd marry a male pig over my dead body before I'd let you get mixed up with her again!"

"I... I... I..." Hong Feifei was so infuriated she began to stammer, and after a long struggle to speak, ended up furiously smashing her phone onto the floor of the ward, shattering it. She then collapsed onto the hospital bed, crying her heart out.

"Wuwuwu... why... why oh why... wuwuwu... I'm so miserable..."